"Are you stupid?"
Crouching on the ground and looking at Sain, whose face was battered and bruised, John was speechless inside.
He immediately stood up and looked at the clansmen staring at one another.
"What are you all standing around like idiots for? Double your training!"
This day was destined to leave a deep impression on the Wood Elves.
It was not only because Sain had taken such a thorough beating. More importantly, that afternoon, Shilke doubled the amount of spell training they had to do yet again.
After announcing the doubled training load, Shilke, just as he had that morning, shouted...
"Anyone dissatisfied, come out and fight me one-on-one!"
As he said this, he deliberately glanced at Sain.
Sain was a thick-headed fool with a one-track mind. He had already taken a beating that morning and was still feeling indignant. How could he endure such provocation? He stiffened his neck and stepped forward again.
Shilke showed not the slightest mercy. He interrupted True Words, pinned Sain to the ground, and gave him another thorough thrashing.
"Who else is dissatisfied?!"
The remaining Wood Elves fell silent, trembling like cicadas in winter. Seeing this, Shilke nodded in satisfaction, then turned and left.
During this time, John could not help crouching in front of Sain again. Looking at his miserable state, he could not help sighing.
"I think I finally understand. You're not stupid—you're just thick-headed."
"..."
Sain weakly rolled his eyes after hearing that. His lips then moved a few times, as if he were saying something, but his voice was so faint that John could not make it out at all.
"What? What are you saying? I can't hear you."
"I said... I can't figure it out. Wasn't Shilke unwilling to fight me before? Why is he willing now?"
Faced